After a good night's sleep, Collin has always been a person who is not too picky when the environment does not allow it. The floor with only a layer of clothes under him was not comfortable. He turned over and accidentally hit a hard chest.
The conjured cloth felt real, Collin could even feel the slightly raised dark patterns on it. He looked around and realized that Dylan had embraced him without him noticing.
[What are you doing?] Collin pushed back, putting some distance between himself and Dylan. He had never been in a relationship, let alone slept in the same bed with anyone. Seeing Dylan lying next to him, Collin's back tensed up, and he was actually a little overwhelmed.
[It's because someone was shivering all over from the cold and pain in the middle of the night.] Without even opening his eyes, Dylan yawned in a fake manner and pulled the person back. [If it weren't for my kindness, you would have turned into a little zombie last night.]
[You're just talking nonsense.] He was suddenly pulled into someone's arms. Collin's delicate nose was hit and hurt. The surrounding area was filled with Dylan's unique smell of blood. Collin couldn't break free and could only angrily say, [Let go.]
Facing Collin, Dylan showed no tact at all. The game was boring, and provoking Collin was the only thing he was interested in doing in the dungeon. If he didn't make this little cat angry, wouldn't he be at a loss in this round?
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